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But where do you weep When somebody you love dies To the Earth or sky?
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
In Memory of Airman Shannon Purcell
The Grumpy Old Veteran Says *** In the days of the Commando gunner esteemed, Who lived through eras others only dreamed, “Uphill to school, barefoot, in the snow,” he’d reminisce, A tale of endurance, not for the amiss. No GPS to guide him, just the trusty paper map, Navigating through life’s twists and trap, Remembering friends’ numbers, a memory to hone, No scrolling through contacts on a smartphone throne. Waiting for photos to develop, oh, the suspense, A test of patience, a photographic dance, Enduring the radio DJ’s chatter without a fume, Hoping for the favourite song to resume. Blowing into game cartridges, a quirky routine, Only to watch the game freeze, quite a scene, Slow internet speeds, dial-up’s symphony, Pondering life’s mysteries in the midst of technology. Carrying change for pay-phones, a pocketful plight, Now smartphones rule, shining bright, Talking face-to-face, a precious art, Not just pixels on a screen to impart. Walking to change the TV channel, a nostalgic task, Remote-less TV viewing, a bygone ask, Consulting encyclopaedias for research decree, A scholar in the age of information, so free. Chatting without screens in the way, Listening to albums all the way, Disappearing without digital trace, Binge-watching not in the chase. Leaving the phone behind, surviving fine, Getting lost without a GPS line, Wearing double denim with carefree bliss, Records off the radio, a pirated kiss. Watching movies without the phone’s distraction, Conversing with imaginary friends, a sly attraction, Plot explanations ruining the movie spell, Back in the day, simple tales to tell. Getting lost on road trips, paper map unfolds, Siri’s absence, a story to behold, Oh, the Commando gunner’s journey through the past, A mix of nostalgia and memories vast. Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:03 AM UTC
The Gunners Grumbling Memories (Rewritten)
The Grumpy Old Veteran Says *** In the days of the Commando gunner esteemed, Who lived through eras others only dreamed, “Uphill to school, barefoot, in the snow,” he’d reminisce, A tale of endurance, not for the amiss. No GPS to guide him, just the trusty paper map, Navigating through life’s twists and trap, Remembering friends’ numbers, a memory to hone, No scrolling through contacts on a smartphone throne. Waiting for photos to develop, oh, the suspense, A test of patience, a photographic dance, Enduring the radio DJ’s chatter without a fume, Hoping for the favourite song to resume. Blowing into game cartridges, a quirky routine, Only to watch the game freeze, quite a scene, Slow internet speeds, dial-up’s symphony, Pondering life’s mysteries in the midst of technology. Carrying change for pay-phones, a pocketful plight, Now smartphones rule, shining bright, Talking face-to-face, a precious art, Not just pixels on a screen to impart. Walking to change the TV channel, a nostalgic task, Remote-less TV viewing, a bygone ask, Consulting encyclopaedias for research decree, A scholar in the age of information, so free. Chatting without screens in the way, Listening to albums all the way, Disappearing without digital trace, Binge-watching not in the chase. Leaving the phone behind, surviving fine, Getting lost without a GPS line, Wearing double denim with carefree bliss, Records off the radio, a pirated kiss. Watching movies without the phone’s distraction, Conversing with imaginary friends, a sly attraction, Plot explanations ruining the movie spell, Back in the day, simple tales to tell. Getting lost on road trips, paper map unfolds, Siri’s absence, a story to behold, Oh, the Commando gunner’s journey through the past, A mix of nostalgia and memories vast. Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
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